#ticci toby headcanons

[noctiva]

reader and Toby get into a heated argument which leads to hate sex and Toby is SOOO mean the whole time like degrading, spiting on reader, choking her whole nine yards and reader tries to stay mad and keep their attitude during all this but just totally crumbles and becomes sooo pathetic - 🪽

OOOOOOOOH MAN mean!toby… the way to my heart truly.. I know this is a request but writing this was very self indulgent I was kicking my feet giggling writing this

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Unbearable

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

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WC: 8.4k

Summary: Fighting with Toby is always a lost cause, because it’s just a case of two stubborn forces butting heads with one another. It all just comes down to who caves first (spoiler alert: it’s you. It’s always you.)

CW: explicit sexual content, toxic relationships + behaviour, I repeat - they are so toxic, this is not healthy relationship behaviour!, they fight and Toby’s an asshole about it, possessive and jealous behaviour, degradation, choking and asphyxiophilia, biting!!, biting and blood!!, very dead dove, rough handling, rough sex, outdoor sex, semi-public sex, toby being so fucking mean I hate him, mocking, face slapping, spit and drool, overstimulation, arguably CNC, but it’s alllll consensual, just maybe not safe or sane, hate sex!, multiple orgasms, dom/sub undertones, unsafe sex, creampie, hair pulling, dacryphilia, putting this here again bc I have to make it clear toby! is! an! asshole!, they make up at the end, but again - toxic, did I say dead dove? because dead fucking dove.

Reminder to separate reality from fiction!! Some of the acts written here are definitely not meant to be endorsed or romanticized irl! Stay safe!

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NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

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“You don’t have t-to be such a bitch all the t-time.”

That, is what set you off.

Those words, spoken in that stupidly nonchalant tone of Toby’s as he milled around the kitchen after a mission, looking through the cupboards for a snack to ease his rumbling stomach.

And maybe, he was just tired. Maybe, he was just irritable because the mission had taken a lot longer than he was hoping it would. Maybe, you were both too cranky to have a proper, civil conversation. Maybe, maybe, maybe. What was certain, was that those words had pissed you off, because they had been said in response to you telling him it would be nice to know if he’d be home for dinner, so that you could be prepared for it.

And yet, despite your words so clearly showing your care for him, he decided the best plan of action would be immediately attacking you - like some stuck up teenager with his head up his ass. You loved Toby, you did, and you found more and more reasons to every single day - but, he also gave you more and more reasons to be left seething on the couch while he padded around the house as if he had done nothing wrong.

He was exhausting to deal with, just as much as he was a joy to be around. It was something you had gotten used to, chalking his snippy attitude up to just being a side effect of the strenuous line of work he found himself to be a part of. But, it got to a point. Got to a point where you just couldn’t excuse it anymore, especially when you had spent the greater half of your day tidying up after him. Making sure the cabin was nice and spotless, so that he wouldn’t have to do so much as lift a finger when he got home.

“Is that what I am?” You snap back to him, one hand on your hip with your eyes trained on his back as you watch him in the kitchen - peeling open a pack of chocolate chip cookies before promptly shoving one in his mouth. “I’m a bitch, because I want to know what time you’ll be home?”

“Uh, yeah. Y-You really want me to re-repeat myself?” His voice, partially muffled by the half-chewed cookie in your mouth, just proves to stoke the flame of anger brewing within you. You feel your eye twitch, and somehow you manage to just get angrier when Toby turns around to look at you. It’s the nonchalance on his face, like he couldn’t see a single reason in the world why you’d be getting so upset over his choice of wording. It’s maddening really, how this argument had barely even started, and yet you already felt like you were two words away from fucking strangling him. “I’ve t-told you before, I can’t predict how long these- fuck! -these things will take. Maybe, if you listened-“

“I do fucking listen, Toby!” You snap back at him, cutting him off so swiftly it makes his expression harden. You can practically see the switch in his brain flip, when he realizes that this wasn’t just going to be another one of your little spats. You were mad at him, actually, genuinely mad at him. Brimming with anger as you stood before him, jaw clenched and fingers curling into fists down at your sides. “All I do is fucking listen, and be the perfect little homemaker so that you don’t have to do jack shit when you get home.” You lift a finger to point at him, and his eyes narrow. “But you don’t seem to give a shit about any of that.”

“W-What?” Toby takes a step forwards, bringing with him an aura that was so imposing it nearly made you shrink. Thickening the air around you, making your lungs feel tight as he imposed on your personal space. Another step, he takes, then another, before tilting his head down to look at you - making it all too clear who would really have the upper hand if things went far south. “I’m supposed t-to pat you on the back be-because you swept the fuh-fucking floor?” His growing annoyance only made his tics worse, sporadic jerks of his neck and shoulders making him look all the more intimidating as he glowered down at you. “I just spent f-five fucking hours in the d-damn woods, hunting down four people all on my own b-because Brian and Tim were t-too busy to help.” You swallow thickly. “But when I come home, d-dead tired, the first thing I’m supposed to do is thank you for doing the ff-fucking dishes?” He rolls his eyes. “That’s the least you could do.”

“The least you could do, would be to at least be a little bit appreciative.” You spit back at him, crossing your arms over your chest and standing your ground though the weight of his presence was making you tremble.

You didn’t often think about what it might be like to be one of Toby’s victims - but standing there right then with him towering over you, the look in his eyes so cold it brought a chill to your veins - you could really picture it. Really picture the fear that he struck people with, before stealing their last breath. “You’re barely around anymore, y’know? And when you are, you’re like this.”

“Like what?” Toby presses, tilting his head down more to encroach further into your personal bubble. Those words were bait. And if you took it, you knew that this fast devolving conversation would just take a turn for the absolute worst.

But well, he had already resorted to name calling, so why couldn’t you?

“Like, an asshole.” You grit out, taking a step forwards as proof of your resilience, even when faced with a man you knew was dangerous. Toby wouldn’t really hurt you. You knew that, you hoped that, and yet pushing his buttons was still something that made your stomach twist. It was the knowledge that, if he wanted to, he could. Easily. Could probably incapacitate you before you even realized what had even happened. Knock you out cold with a swift jerk of his arm. He wouldn’t though. Not to you. That’s what you were banking on. “Like some self-centred prick that I can barely stand being around.”

Okay, that was a bit of an exaggeration, but the point still stood. And you really, really, just wanted to get it through his head that as of late, he really hadn’t been acting like ‘boyfriend of the year’ material. Was that something you should expect, from a literal axe murderer? Probably not. But he used to be better. A new, heavier workload on his shoulders was forcing a strain onto your relationship that you hadn’t been prepared to face.

Toby was barely home. And when he was, it was for mere hours at a time. He barely touched you, barely kissed you, apparently finding a quick peck on the lips before he left again to be an adequate amount of affection. He was hardly present. When he was by your side, he was mentally distant. Never letting you peer into his mind, most likely for your safety, but forcing a wedge between the two of you nonetheless.

At the root of it all, your anger stemmed from sadness. Sadness, because you missed him. Missed the Toby that had stolen your heart, went out of his way to do stupid things just to earn a laugh from you, showered you with love every moment he got, and hated leaving your side for even a moment.

But, all those cushy soft emotions were hidden under the hardened shell of annoyance that had built up over time. And so, you were left spouting awful, awful words at the man you loved so dearly.

Hoping that maybe, this would be what cracks him.

“You c-can’t stand being around me?” Toby’s eyes flash with something you can’t quite decipher, but it looks far too close to hurt for comfort. Whatever it was, he masks it quickly, covering the rawness of his emotions with that same passive expression he wore so often. “That’s c-cute. Why’re you still here th-then?”

“That’s not even funny.” You hiss, words laced with venom as they drip off of your tongue. “You know I couldn’t leave if I wanted to.”

“No, b-be my guest.” Toby snorts, sarcasm laced around every letter. You knew, that arguing with him was a lost cause. You had been down this road before, and it was much more beneficial to just roll over and let him believe that he was in the right. Not today though. As you had said before - it got to a point. “The d-door’s right there if you hate me so much.” He gestures towards your front door in a mocking manner, eyes locked on yours the entire time.

“As if it would be that fucking easy.” You spit back at him, before promptly turning on your heel. Unable to stomach another moment of eye contact with him. Those eyes, weren’t the ones you had fallen in love with. They were lifeless, filled with the type of malice you never would’ve dreamed he’d direct at you of all people. It just made you angrier. Angry at the fact that he felt like he had a reason to be mad at you. “Acting like one of your buddies wouldn’t track me down and kill me for ‘knowing too much’.”

You stalk out into the living room, and you hear him follow behind you, the heavy soles of the boots he hadn’t taken off tracking dirt against the hardwood floors you had just cleaned earlier that day. “I don’t have a choice, you know? I have to either put up with you, or die, those are my only options.”

“‘Put up with m-me’?” When you turn around once more it looks like Toby had quite a lot to say about that choice of words - jaw clenched with his eye twitching - but he bites his tongue. Choosing instead to say; “A-And you act like it’s my ff-fucking fault. You knew what you were getting into w-when we started dating.”

“I didn’t!” You spit back at him, chest tight with anger as you force the words out of your lungs. “You told me you were a fucking hunter!”

Toby barks out a harsh, dry laugh, his eyebrows crinkling together in disbelief as he stared down at you. He looked almost amused, in some sick sense of the word, soft snorts of laughter bubbling from his lungs before he’s able to speak again.

“D-Don’t tell me you actually believed that.” He chuckles, raising an eyebrow. When the only response he gets is a quiver to you pouted lips, it just makes him laugh even harder. “H-Holy fuck, you did. I- chirp! -I didn’t think you were that- that fucking stupid.”

And with that, he’s managed to stun you into silence. The absolute disconnection and lack of accountability for throwing you into such a volatile way of life was sobering. He didn’t look the least bit remorseful, or even just a little bothered by the fact that he had effectively stolen away your freedom as a normal member of society. He hadn’t taken you hostage, you had agreed to be with him despite his flaws - but to pin all of the blame on you? That was just insanity.

You gaze at him with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as you try to shake the shock from your bones. Toby, either just isn’t patient enough to wait or simply doesn’t care, because before you can form a proper response he’s turning on his heel and walking back into the kitchen. All while muttering; “‘Hunter’… Fucking idiot.” Under his breath.

Christ, he just didn’t know when to stop today, did he?

“Do you hear yourself?” You tell after him, snapping out of the stupor he had frozen you into. You don’t move from where you’re stood though, knowing that keeping distance is probably the smartest move. “You can’t fucking speak to me like this.”

“W-Why not?” He asks, refusing to meet your eye. “Normally it gets you t-to shut up faster.”

Every time he opened his mouth, it just got so much worse. And maybe, the reason he wouldn’t look at you was because he knew he was in the wrong. Wouldn’t be able to stomach it, if he saw the unbridled wave of hurt that coated your entire expression when what he said sunk in. You blink a few times, and almost feel the need to rub your eyes in disbelief - because there’s no way he actually just said that to you, right? Had your boyfriend been swapped out one day, replaced with someone who looked just like him, but was filled with spite instead of love?

It sure seemed like it. The more you stared at him he didn’t even look like the Toby you knew anymore. Pale skin somehow paler. Sickly. His chiseled jaw too sharp, cheeks too hollow, the normally well-kept stubble on his face obviously a few weeks past being properly groomed. His under-eye bags were darker, and his eyes in general were… Deader.

Had something happened to him? He wouldn’t tell you, even if it had.

“Fuck you.” You hiss back out to him, and if your mind wasn’t so clouded by anger you wouldn’t shocked yourself with the amount of malice you managed you pack into those two words. You spit them out at him like you were trying to wound him, and it almost works - you see his shoulders tense up completely.

But his ego, his horribly inflated ego, just couldn’t let him back down. Couldn’t let him realize that he was doing a lot of damage, and that he should really stop while it was still reversible.

So his shoulders relax, his neck cracks in a way that was extremely unsettling, and then he’s muttering;

“Y-You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” He picks at his fingernails absently, still not lifting his gaze to meet yours. “You sure that’s not w-what this is all about? Just mad I haven’t been giving it to you lately?”

Maybe. Partially. But not the fucking point. And the way he was treating all of this like it was just a joke? Yeah, you felt pretty close to jumping to kitchen counter and fucking killing him.

So, you choose the less violent route instead.

You don’t respond, you simply turn on your heel and start walking. Through the living room, on a beeline towards the front door.

That, had Toby’s gaze flicking up immediately. “Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. Out.” You snap back to him, already slipping on your shoes and grabbing your jacket. You don’t know if you’ve ever seen Toby move faster in his life once he realizes that you’re serious - crossing the living room in large strides, in just a matter of seconds.

“N-No you’re not.” His voice holds a tone of finality, but you couldn’t give less of a shit. You weren’t about to start taking orders from a man who had spent the last half hour making a complete mockery out of you.

“Why not? You do all the time.” You cross your arms over your chest, eyes narrowed as you glare up at him.

“B-Because I know how to deal with what’s out there!” Toby borderline growled back at you, jerking his arm towards to window as a means to enunciate his point. Towards the forest outside, that your little cabin resided in. The forest that you knew was teeming with genuine monsters, and people that were closure to monsters than humans. Toby, being one of them, when he wasn’t at home with you. “It’s- It’s late, and the sun’s going down. You cannot go out there. Jack’s probably-“

“Jack’s probably out hunting, I know.” You cut him off in a tone so cold he can’t even mask it when it visibly startles him. “I don’t give a fuck. He’d probably treat me better than you do anyway.”

A disastrously low blow. Such an egregious thing to say, even in your fit of anger, that you regret it the second the words slip off of your tongue. Because in general, that’s just such a horrid thing to say to the man you love, but saying it to a partner that you are well aware has some pretty unresolved jealousy issues?

Yeah, you just dug your own grave and laid in it.

You freeze after you speak, and the silence that follows makes your skin crawl. You stare up at Toby with bated breath, watching as shock settles onto his expression - and you know the worst is yet to come. It seemed like it took him a moment to really process what you had just said, or maybe he just couldn’t believe what he was hearing. Hoping that, you’d backtrack, or correct yourself and clarify that’s not what you meant.

But you don’t, too stunned at yourself to even speak another word.

And that’s when everything blows up.

Once the shock drains from his face, Toby looks like you just slapped him. His expression crumpling, eyebrows furrowing together as a mixture of hurt and anger flooded his eyes. You could practically feel his temper rise, the air around you growing thicker and thicker the longer that he just stood there and stared at you like you had insulted his entire being. Maybe you had.

And then;

“W-What the fuck did you just say?” His tone is dangerous, holding an undeniable threat that shook you to the core. You couldn’t think of a single instance in the years you had been together where you had actually been scared of Toby (besides the day you had found out what he really did for a living) but right then, you were fucking terrified.

Suffocated by the fury in his eyes, feeling like you were being choked by the weight of the tension around you. It had never been more clear, who exactly you were dating.

Someone who could - might - hurt you.

And your fight or flight instinct kicked in fast. So fast, that Toby didn’t even have time to react before you were whipping open the door and darting outside. Down the steps of the front porch, feet crunching leaves under your feet as you sprint off into the very woods he warned you against traversing day after day.

Toby wastes no time perusing you. He is on your trail in a matter of seconds, bursting through the door after you with all the practiced ease of someone who had done this chase many, many times before. You hear him bark out your name after you, the low growl of his voice echoing through out the forest - bouncing off the trees to meet your ears and send a shiver down your spine. “G-Get the fuck back in the house!”

“Fuck you!” You scream back at him, still running though your lungs were starting to burn. The air around you was cold, stinging your skin and biting through your clothes to rise goosebumps on your arms. Your heart was racing, pounding so loudly in your ears that you could barely even hear the sound of your own feet hitting the ground. You could hear him though, gaining on you fast - boots snapping sticks beneath the soles. “Get the hell away from me, Toby!”

“Fat chance!” Toby snarls back at you, and fuck he sounds really close now. You won’t look behind you, knowing the sight of him would only make you falter - but you know it’s probably fruitless anyway. He’s close, and just gaining on you by the second. “You th-think you can just say that shit to me and then r-run away?”

His fingers graze your back as he reaches out to grab you, and you yelp, just barely steering clear of his grasp. “What the fuck is wr-wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me?” You push forwards through your legs are starting to ache, lungs burning with each cold breath of air that you suck in. “What’s wrong with you? You started this by being a dick for no reason!”

“At l-least I didn’t- didn’t threaten to fuck one of your friends!” Toby reaches out again, and this time - he gets you. Fingers curling into the hood of your sweater, yanking you backwards with a force that made you choke and wheeze - hands flying up to try and claw yourself free of his grip. It doesn’t work, of course it doesn’t, but he does release you a few seconds later, only to shove you to the forest floor below you. Your back hits the ground and nearly knocks the wind out of you, eyes blowing wide as you struggle to take in a few panicked breaths.

“I never said that!” You grit out, going to prop yourself back up on your elbows but he promptly shoves you back down with a boot to the chest. He pins you down that way, nearly crushing your ribs under the weight of his body as he stands above you - absolutely teeming with unspent rage.

“No? You didn’t?” Toby sneers as he glares down at you. In the low light of the forest, he looks even more intimidating. The low lighting casting stark shadows against all the high points of his face, his eyes glinting with something downright maniacal. “W-What were you implying then, huh? Saying he could- fuck! -could treat you better than me?”

His boot leaves your chest and then he’s dropping down onto you, knees digging into the ground on either side of your hips - pinning you to the forest floor with his body weight. “Y-You really want a piece of that fuh-freak?” Toby reaches down and grasps your face roughly, fingers digging into your cheeks so deep it forces your lips into a pucker. “He’d bite your p-pretty little head off.” He leans in close, so close that you can feel the heat of his breath against your face, and he looks like a beast. Snarling, twitching, shaking from the potency of anger flowing through his veins. Not looking the least bit fazed when the legs he had pinned down started to kick. “I-I’m a fucking saint, compared to the rest of them. You’re l-lucky I’m the one you met first.”

“Lucky?” You somehow managed to keep up the attitude despite the absolutely humbling situation you found yourself in - pinned to the forest floor by your serial killer boyfriend. And yet, it’s the closet you’ve been to him in days. The longest he’s held you in weeks. “Yeah, I sure feel lucky right now.” You spit out another wave of sarcasm as you struggle against his grip. “Get the fuck off of me, Toby.”

He doesn’t listen, predictably. If anything, your words just fuel him.

“And y-you wonder why I call you a bitch.” He hisses, the sting of his nails biting into your jaw making you wince. “M-Maybe, if you stopped acting like one, I’d stop calling you one.”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a prick, that might happen.” Again, you struggle, straining against his unyielding grip as a strained whimper of pain slips from your lips. You make no progress though, forced to be at the mercy of this unmoving force above you. “Get off of me, asshole!”

“Fuck no.” You can feel rocks and twigs biting into your back, your face throbbing where he’s gripping you so harshly. “A-Act like a bitch, get treated like one.” His hand slides down, curling around your throat instead with a grip just as mean. “Maybe I’ll j-just tie you up and leave you here. Let ol’ Jackie find you.” His eyes are feral as he gazes down at you, as is the smile that stretches across his lips - uncanny sharp canines glinting in the low light. “That’s what you w-wanted, right? Wanted him to treat you good?” You were really kicking yourself for letting those stupid, stupid words slip before. You should’ve known he was going to fixate on them. “I bet he’d t-treat you real good, actually. Would really make you scream.”

Your breathing comes out as a wheeze as his palm presses down against your windpipe, restricting your airflow and making your vision swim. He’s done this before, in a much different situation (when you asked him to), but this time around you’re not too sure he’d stop if you asked him. When little black dots start popping up in your vision, your stomach flips in fear.

But, why the hell would you make things easier for yourself?

“I hate you.” The words come out as more of a wheeze than anything, but they do the job nonetheless. The job being, just riling Toby up further.

His fingers tighten around your throat, and your eyes widen even further - legs kicking and arms flailing when you feel your airway close up completely. You knew he was strong, but being at the mercy of his strength was something else entirely.

“You h-hate me?” He spits leaning down lower so that his nose is pressed to yours. “You don’t fucking hate me.” He says it like it’s a certainty, like there’s not even a single possibility that his words might be true - and the worst part is, that he’s right. Because you don’t. You don’t hate him, even as your vision starts to go fuzzy. “I-I could turn you back into a lovesick little slut in ss-seconds. I’d love to hear you try and say that you still h-hate me when I’m stuffing you with my dick.”

You must be sick. Or maybe, just unfulfilled as of late. Because as horrible as it was, his words sparked up something within you. Something that desperately wanted that, something that would kill to feel his bare skin against yours once more - even if it was just to get his anger out.

And you must not have masked it as well as you would’ve wanted to - too preoccupied with trying not to pass the fuck out - because you watch through blurry vision as Toby’s grin widens into something menacing. “I knew it.” He laughs - not the warm, sweet sound you had grown accustomed to - this laugh was bitter, and cold. “Look at you, p-practically drooling at the thought of it.”

He releases your neck, to which you greedily gasp in air so quickly it nearly makes you choke, before you feel a sharp sting connect with the side of your face. Not hard enough to make the skin smart, but hard enough to shock you - because did he actually just fucking slap you? “F-Fucking whore.” He did.

Too stunned, you barely have time to think before you feel Toby’s rough fingers curling under the fabric of your hoodie. In a matter of seconds, he’s practically ripping it off of you. The cool wind hits your bare skin and makes you hiss, goosebumps immediately trickling up your arms and across your chest.

“Oh, fuck off, Toby.” You grunt, bringing your arms up to shield your chest from his hungry gaze. “We are not doing this here.”

He snorts out a laugh as if you had told him a joke, and shakes his head. Not listening at all, as his hands trail down your stomach, finding a home at the button of your jeans.

“And why would I l-listen to what a whore has to say to me?” He mutters, already popping the button of your pants and tugging down the zipper even as you try to jerk your body out of his hold. His fingers scratch at your skin as he starts tugging your jeans off with an insistence you could only dream to fight against. “T-Talking about letting Jack have a p-piece of you.” Fucking hell, this again? “Gotta remind you what you already have.”

He tugs off your jeans so harshly that you hear them tear, the fabric buckling under the force of his grip. And now, pinned to the forest floor beneath him in nothing but your underwear - it’s really setting in what situation you had gotten yourself into. How did the day end up like this? Just one horrible decision after another leading to you trapped beneath Toby like prey for him to feast on, with the cool night wind nipping at your skin and leaving you shivering.

“Give it a rest, Toby.” You huff, trying again to wriggle away from him but failing yet again. “You really think I meant that?”

“I don’t c-care if you meant it or not.” He snaps, your hips jolting when his fingers slide down towards your panties. Giving you no warning before his touch meets the front of your clothed cunt, pressing against your clit in a way that had you gasping. “The fact that you e-even fucking said it is enough.”

It’s around then, that you realize something absolutely horrific. Absolutely mortifying. With calloused fingers roughly rubbing your core through your underwear, you’re getting wet. Actually, getting wetter. You realized it the moment he tugged your pants off, the coolness between your legs when the breeze hit your cunt - you had been getting wet from Toby pushing you around like a cat batting around a mouse. And that… That was fucked up.

And Toby knows that too. “You’re already so f-fucking wet.” He growls. “And I’ve barely even touched you.” With this new revelation, he wastes no time slipping underneath the waistband of your panties instead, sliding his fingers through the wetness accumulated between your folds. “What a stupid slut. I c-coulda killed you, and yet here you are, soaking your panties.”

“F-Fuck you.” You bite out, your shoulders bowing and back arching against the forest floor as he rubs rough circles against your swollen clit with his thumb. Your teeth grit together, so tight you’re almost afraid you might crack a tooth. But right now, you’d much rather that than to accidentally let a moan slip out. You wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. He didn’t deserve it.

“I know you’re impatient, b-but at least he subtle about it.” He doesn’t let up in his ministrations, playing with your clit as his other hand comes up to roughly grasp your tit. Gripping it hard enough to make you wince, maybe even enough to bruise. And it’s stupid, how good it feels. “You still hate me? S-Say it again.”

“I hate you.” You don’t even hesitate, taking the bait eagerly as you feel him nose into your neck, stubble scratching against your skin.

“Hm. I’ll follow back up on that later.” Then you feel his lips part, and you’ve been under Toby enough times to know he wasn’t going to just gently kiss and lick your skin. Especially not right now. So, the sting of his teeth sinking into your neck is expected - but that doesn’t lessen the pain any. It’s a dull ache, and then it’s a sharp skin.

When he breaks skin, it’s a blinding pain. Your vision goes white for a second, your whole body goes rigid as absolute agony ripples through your veins. It’s a pain that couldn’t be described, unless you were there to experience it. A pain so ruthless, that the scream that tears from your throat because of it sounds almost inhuman.

A shrill, desperate cry, like a wounded animal. Echoing throughout the forest like a taunt. “Oh that’s good.” Toby mutters once he tugs his teeth from your neck, gazing down at the gruesome indent of his teeth in your skin. Watching as blood pools in the deepest pits of the wound, before it starts trickling down your neck. “K-Keep on screaming. Anyone who could hear you doesn’t care.”

And then he’s biting down again, just a few inches lower than the first one. Pinching your skin between his teeth with a pressure that makes your head spin. His jaw locking into you as your fingers pick up in speed - rolling your clit beneath them with an unrelenting force. Ruthless, in every action. Overwhelming your body on every single front. Pleasure, pain, it was difficult to even tell the two apart anymore when both were so intense that your ears were ringing. “‘I hate you’ she says.” Toby murmurs in a mocking tone against you, his lips smearing your blood across your skin. “A-And yet you’ve stopped fighting. Why? Feel too good?”

Yes. But you weren’t going to tell him that.

Not that it mattered anyway, because your body was going to give you away regardless. You could feel it, that familiar heat, almost mocking in the way it just kept burning hotter and hotter even with all the violence being dealt upon you. Your stomach was twisting into a knot, hips bucking and twitching as you tried to hold back.

You were failing, miserably, because Toby was hellbent on making you fail. He wanted you to crumple, wanted to wipe away that attitude you were still clinging to so desperately. He wanted to break you down, and to your detriment and his gain - he knew just how to do it. His hands had roamed this body a million times before.

He drags his head down your chest, and uses his free hand to push your bra upwards - freeing your breasts to the cool night air. He captures a nipple in his mouth, rolling his tongue against it as his fingers pinch your clit, and your thighs start to shake. He grazes it with his teeth, then biting down with enough pressure to make you wince - and you’re done for.

Your hips buck off of the ground when your orgasm hits you with full force, the intensity of it nearly knocking the wind from you as your vision goes fuzzy. Your own voice sounds faraway and foggy, but you know you’ve failed at keeping your moans held back - because your jaw has gone slack now. A chorus of desperate, choked out sounds spilling from your lungs as drool drips down your chin.

And it’s humiliating. Absolutely humiliating how good he makes you feel, even when he’s being such an asshole. Even when he’s throwing your body around like a toy.

That feeling of shame only intensifies, when you hear Toby snicker. A cocky, self-satisfied sound - mocking in its nature. “H-How ‘bout now?” He chuckles against your skin, before leaning his head upwards to stare down at you. His chin dripping with your blood, teeth stained with it when he cracks a grin. His eyes are wild, glinting with a crazed sheen that makes your whole body feel cold. “Still hate me?”

“You-“ Your voice cracks, raw and strained from all of the screams and moans that had ripped out of your lungs. “You think that changed just because you made me cum?” You try to glare at him, but your convincing factor was gone now that you lay quivering below him - streaked with your own blood and slick. “I can do that myself.”

“I bet you can.” Toby laughs wickedly, his eyes never leaving yours even as his hands travelled to the buckle of his belt to pull it free. He’s quick with it, and in a matter of seconds the belt’s undone, his button’s popped, and his fly is tugged down. “B-But not like I can.” You watch with rapt attention as his thumbs hook under the waistband of his boxers - no shame in his actions as he lets his cock spring free.

And god dammit, it’s been too long. You try to hold it back, but you can feel drool pool in your mouth just from the sight of him. Thick, long, and so unbelievably hard. Flushed red at the tip, leaking precum that was just begging to be lapped up by you.

Maybe he deserved to be a little cocky, walking around with a dick like that. “O-Oh look at you.” He slots himself between your thighs, tugging your panties to the side before grinding his length against your slick folds. Coating himself in it, rocking his hips against you, really letting you feel the size of the cock you were about to be stuffed with. “You’ve practically got hearts i-in your eyes, baby. You can drop the act.”

Both hands curl around your waist, fingers sinking deep into the soft flesh - and you can’t hold back the whimper that falls from your mouth. “Just ss-say it. Say you missed my dick, and maybe I’ll forgive you.”

“Forgive me?” You jolt when you feel the head notch on your entrance for just a moment before it’s slipping past it again - nudging against your clit instead. “Y-You were the one being an ass.”

Toby hums softly, not looking at you, too preoccupied with watching his cock slide against you. Glistening with slick already and he hadn’t even sunk into you yet.

“M’kay, make it harder for yourself.” He mutters, before finally lining himself up properly. “I d-don’t mind.” His hands pin your hips to the ground, leaving you nowhere to run as the head of his length slips past your entrance - and despite it being awhile, you should’ve known he wasn’t going to be gentle. He practically rams his cock into you, filling you up in a motion so quick it wipes every single thought from your brain.

Your body doesn’t even know how to respond to it, really, your pussy spasming and twitching around him as it struggled to accommodate to the mind-numbing stretch. Your hands fly up immediately, instinctively trying to push at his chest, but the other half of you (the stupider half) was what took over. You push against his chest weakly just once, before your fingers are curling into the front of his shirt - knuckles going white from the force of your grip.

Your whole face was scrunched up, tears springing to your eyes and clinging to your lashes from how overwhelmed you were. It hurt, of course it did, being stretched open around him without an ounce of care, but that fullness. God, it just felt so right. Felt like everything you had been missing over the past few weeks. You could feel him throb inside you, pressed so deep it made you dizzy. You can also feel, all of the anger within you fizzling away.

Just like that. Because he had been right earlier, unfortunately. “F-Fuck-“ Toby groans out, his eyebrows pinching together. An expression of unbridled ecstasy washing over his entire face. He takes a moment to savour the moment - just a moment - before he starts pounding away at your cunt like he owned it. Barely letting you adjust, snapping his hips into you with an intensity that stole all of the air from your lungs. “F-Forgot how good this pussy is.”

And the way he says that, he nearly sounds lovestruck, awe dripping off of every letter. But, then he had to go and ruin it. “Too bad it belongs t-to such a stupid bitch.”

And you can’t even respond, you want to so badly, but with how he was drilling his cock into you the only sounds you’re capable of making right now are downright pitiful gasps and moans. He was fucking the daylights out of you. Fucking you, like it was the last thing he’d do on this godforsaken planet. Like he was trying to mould your body to the shape of his cock, carving open a path that only he could fill. Leaving you absolutely ruined, for if you ever did run away with someone else.

You wouldn’t. You couldn’t. Not when the pleasure he was dealing upon you was downright godly. Rough, aggressive, but so fucking good. Making you gush all over him, coating his cock and staining the front of his jeans every time he sunk into you. “C’mon, say somethin’.”

The feeling of his palm connecting with your cheek again barely even sobers you. The sting is welcomed, because it only deepens the pool of ecstasy he had thrown you into. Even more so, when he does it again to the other side of your face. The force of it, making your head crack to the side.

Cheeks stinging, tears rolling down your face, and dirt caked deep into your hair - your whole body was melting. Absolutely melting for him as his hips slammed against yours. “Say it again. S-Say you hate me.”

And you know he’s asking again, because he knows that he’s gotten you. You’re a pathetic mess on the ground below him. You don’t even have to see yourself to know that. Taking his cock like he hadn’t been insulting you since he got home. Like he hadn’t been insulting you while inside you. It’s degrading, and completely demoralizing - but that’s not all it is.

It’s the passion you had been missing. It’s his hands gripping your hips like letting you go would physically wound him. It’s the sound of his husky grunts and groans. The feeling of the wounds on your skin throbbing, while his cock pulses inside you.

It’s what you had been needing. Being his again. Being the object of his obsession. No work, no missions, no distractions. Just you, him, and the sticks digging into your back. This forest belonged to the two of you right now, all the dangers living within it fizzling away to create a sanctuary made to take you apart.

The ground you laid on, an altar where you sacrificed yourself to the man above you.

“I-“ With your cheeks streaked with tears, you can barely speak past your sobs of pleasure - hands slipping upwards to claw at his shoulders, pulling him in closer though he was the one dealing all the damage. You didn’t care. You just needed him. That’s what this had all been about, after all. “I don’t-“

“You don’t?” Toby’s hands slip under your thighs and press them upwards, folding you until your knees nearly touch your chest - spreading you open as wide as could be for his taking. And his stamina, never falters. Just one after another, he deals these brutal thrusts upon you, the head of his cock abusing your gspot every time he snapped his hips back in. He was downright punching the moans out of your lungs, fingers sinking into the soft flesh of your thighs and scraping against it - leaving angry welts behind that you knew you’d feel the sting of later. “Say it proper.”

It’s a tall order, considering that you can barely breathe. More so just a puddle of drool and tears beneath him, than a person who could form coherent thoughts. You can barely even feel the scrape of bark and rocks against your back every time your body slides across the ground from the force of his thrusts. Mouth hung open, but producing nothing but intelligible babble choked out between sobs. Eyes squeezed shut because you couldn’t even see properly even if they were open, vision blurred with tears you couldn’t blink away.

He had, effectively, completely broken you down. He had the moment his cock slipped inside you. And the worst part was that he knew this is how it was going to go down, he knew that you’d crumple the moment he sunk in balls deep. He had said it himself; ‘I-I could turn you back into a lovesick little slut in ss-seconds’.

And he had. Almost laughably easily.

“T-Toby-“ You cry, hands clawing upwards to tangle in his hair, tugging at the strands so hard that the sting probably would’ve buckled him if he could feel it. “I-I didn’t mean it. I don’t-“ A particularly harsh thrust makes your eyes roll back, stars dancing behind your eyes as your words choke off into a moan. “I don’t hate you. I c-could-“ He’s not making it easy to get a full sentence out, with the way he was seemingly trying to pound you into the ground. “I could never! You- You were just being mean.”

A sniffling, blubbering, sobbing mess. That’s what Toby was staring down at as he bruised your cervix. Such a pitiful sight that it made his chest twist, so incredibly beautiful throughout it all, that it sent a shiver down his spine. You just looked the most lovely like this - completely broken down. Crying for him while taking his cock so wonderfully.

He can’t help it when his expression softens. Can’t help it when the lingering annoyance started to morph into affection.

Could you blame him? You looked like an angel. An angel he had soiled, and ripped the wings off of.

So, he caves too.

“I know I was.” He murmurs, the grip on your thighs lessening a little bit. Leaving a sting behind but soothing it as his thumb smooth over the welts. “I know. I was r-real fucking mean.” The force of his thrusts doesn’t weaken, but he does slow down just a little bit - finally giving you a chance to catch your breath. “W-Wasn’t even mad at you. Just life in general. Work’s been… Really hard to deal with lately.” He pauses, eyes honing in on your face, tracing across every tear-soaked feature. “Well, not until you said that shit about Jack.”

“I was-“ Your toes curl, breathing stuttering when he grinds the head of his cock against your gspot. “I was just trying to hu-hurt you back. You know I- I’d never.”

And he really does believe you now. Because if you’d still love him like this, after he’d brutally broken you apart piece by piece, you’d probably love him every which way. Which, may be your downfall, but he still felt lucky to be the reason you were willing to go that far.

“Y-Yeah, I know.” He curls his body over you completely, nuzzling into your neck as his hips start to stutter, only spurred on by the way your pussy had started twitching around him. Your walls squeezing him tight, the beginnings of your release coaxing out his. He parts his lips, and this time he is gentle, lapping at the wounds he created with a tenderness so starkly contrasting his previous actions that it nearly gives you whiplash. “I’d kill him i-if he touched you anyway.”

And the sentiment is cute, but…

“Isn’t he like, an immortal demon?” You manage to gasp out, rolling your hips back to meet his thrusts as you let your head fall to the side - giving him more surface area to lick and kiss upon.

“I’d find a way.” And then his free hand is slipping down lower, finding your clit to roll it in time with his thrusts. Taking you higher and higher, practically smothering you as his hips snapped against yours. Skin on skin echoing through the forest, the sticky sound of him separating from you making your cheeks burn hot.

You wrap your arms around him, burying your face in him shoulder and breathing in his scent, and then - you’re cumming. Even harder than the first time.

You all but convulse, eyes rolling back as the pleasure consumes you - nails digging into his back through the fabric of his sweater. And you sob into his shoulder, an absolutely wrecked sound that Toby was sure would be pinging around his skull for weeks to come.

And your pussy - it practically strangled his dick when you fell over the edge. So tight, and milking him so good, that he only manages to get three or four more thrusts in before he’s coming apart as well.

Nestled right up against your womb, he spills his spend. Pumping your cunt completely full of that warmth you had missed the feeling of so dearly. Toby, obviously just as pent up as you had been, absolutely flooded you with it - having it dripping out around his length before he even pulled out.

And then, he collapses. The only thing stopping him from being complete dead weight on top of you, being his elbows which he propped himself up on. Still inside you, he stayed that way for awhile, letting you feel his cock soften inside you as he took in dazed gasps of breath against your neck. You can feel his hair tickle your skin - practically soaked with sweat that was rolling off the strands to drip onto you.

As soon as his erratic panting turns to calmer, quivered breathing, you hear him mumble. “I’m s-sorry. You’re not a bitch.” He finds the strength to snake his arms beneath your body, pulling you in close and shielding your bare body from the cold ground. “O-Or a whore. Or any of those horrible names I called you. Sh-Should’ve never said that shit. It’s like I’m trying to get you to hate me.”

Should you forgive him so easily? Probably not, but well, you had already crossed that bridge.

So you do anyway, your body pliant as you sink into his hold. “A-And I know you do a lot for me. I’ve just been too wrapped up in m-my own shit to appreciate it.”

“It’s fine, Toby.” You murmur softly, as you let your eyes flutter shut. All the anger you felt before just feels like a distant memory now, completely fizzled out. Insignificant, with your body pressed to his. That was all you had been wanting, really. And though you may have taken the worst route possible to get here, you were here nonetheless.

“It’s n-not, though.” Toby grumbles, his arms curling around you tighter. And you can feel his heart beat against your chest, still frantic - just like yours was.

“Maybe it’s not.” You agree. “But I’m too tired to fight about it anymore.” You lift a hand, and use it to gently pry his face out of the crook of your neck, tilting his head up so that you could look at him properly. “Can we go home now? It’s cold out here.”

You watch, as Toby’s lips slowly curl up into a disbelieving little smile, before he’s nodding softly. Then, he turns his head to the side, to press a gentle kiss against the centre of your palm.

“Y-Yeah. Let’s go home.”

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OKAY! yeah this was filthy but honestly very fun and refreshing to write considering that the last smut I posted was fluffy fluff with some fluff on top

I hope you enjoyed it lols

thank you for reading!!

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Y/N: So, what are your political beliefs?

Toby, awkwardly trying to impress them: Well, I think Pikachu would be a lot more powerful if he had a gun.

[mistytanzanite]

Any general toby hcs you have?

Thanks for asking!

I imagine him to be almost 6 feet, like 5’10 or so

He loves the colors brown and orange 

His favorite season is fall. Winter gives him frostbite, spring gives him allergies, and summer gives him heatstrokes. Fall is a good medium

Most of his tics are head twitching, saying random words or phrases, and clicking his tongue

He wears Lyra’s necklace, it having been retrieved from her body after the crash. Although he doesn’t remember his sister anymore, the necklace gives him a feeling of protection. Like a warm hug and a reassurance that things will be ok. He often hides it under his hoodie to avoid teasing

Toby’s hair gets tangled super easily, and it’s made worse by the fact he keeps forgetting to brush it

He’s a physical person. Short people have fallen victim to him using them as a head or arm rest. Taller people (aka Slenderman or EJ) are victim to him jumping onto their backs. No one is safe. No one.

Sleeps like a toddler. Limbs sprawled out all over the bed upside down. However, if an S/O slept in the same bed as him, they’re getting octopus-held

Toby has ADHD I believe? Motherfucker can’t think about just one thing to save his life, always got like 5 different things going on in his mind

I’m gonna get crucified for this, but I don’t think he’s fluent in German. I feel like maybe his grandparents moved to America in their youth, and didn’t teach his dad much, and we all know that man probably wouldn’t have taught him a whole lot anyway. Might know some words and phrases, but his pronunciation is shit lmfao

[acexsmhking]

Here’s a bullet shot for y’all.

Toby’s father wasn’t just inherently abusive. We know the Slender-sickness is contagious and that HABiT had something to do with Lyra’s death. Toby was going to be who he was truly no matter what, it’s the fact The Operator made sure he lost everything to further break him down and mold him. Erasing his memories so he can’t even mourn who his loved ones once were.

Honestly Lyra and Toby remind me a bit of Jeff and Liu in the classic doomed siblings troupe. Lyra just an innocent who had their life taken in a game of power and control while Toby is basically possessed for the rest of his life hoping that as long as he stays far away as possible from The Operator he can have some form of freedom.

[foressfaction]

I feel like Toby is jacks number one supporter like I think everyone else is like “bro quit eating that shit in front of us” and Toby just goes

“Fuck yeah give me some” just to throw up later. Jack absolutely loves that and adores him for it omg

[socksoffz]

During the short time Toby was at school, he was your classmate.. You wonder about him sometimes.

a.n: This was just a little concept I thought of, now that I’m on adhd meds I kinda have plans for this one.

Word count: 1k

content: mild bullying nothing crazy, some wholesome stuff and maybe a little creepy stuff.

While you were busy counting and coloring, Toby was right beside you. By coincidence of course, your last names had the same letter in the front so it was a given you’d be sat together.

When sitting next to someone you tend to notice things, little things. like the way Toby lightly tapped anything he was holding against the table. You also noticed the way his shoulder would jolt slightly, how his head would tilt to the side in some jerked motion. Your classmates started to notice too, it first started with the typical sneer and rude comment.

But once the entire class caught on, it was a game, the new entertainment was Toby. Toby and his twitches, Toby and his tics. Ticci Toby, it was incessant, over and over again. All While you sat beside him, unsure how you and you alone could make a difference. Sure, you’ve sat through the standard required bullying powerpoints and presentations. But when it was happening right in front of you, that’s when things changed.

It was particularly humid that day, The dark clouds were heavy with the impending rain that foretold your gloomy afternoon. For now your classroom was busy with glue, kid safe scissors and poster paper. It was mildly quiet that day, everyone murmured among themselves while they worked on their projects. You couldn’t remember when it started, what had made you turn to look at him. Obviously, the other kids were looking minutes before you.

���Ticci Tobys doing it again!”

“What is wrong with him?”

“It’s..scary..”

“Maybe if we pinch him or something he’ll stop.”

“Ticci Toby! Ticci Toby! Hey Ticci Toby!”

The chanting had gone far beyond the acceptable classroom level, before the teacher could even step in you’d already had enough.

“Stop it! Leave him alone!”

You shouted, trying to make your voice heard among the noise. You held your breath as a sudden deafening silence was all you got in return. What you thought would lead you to a wave of understanding and praise instead led to giggles and snickers at your expense. You put your head down on your desk, covering up your face with your arms as you felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. You didn’t even bother to see if Toby was looking, you didn’t want him to remember such a failure of a hero.

To make things worse you’d forgotten to bring your lunch, sadly left on your kitchen counter during the hustle and bustle of getting to school. while everyone in your vicinity munched on their fruit snacks and tater tots, you were left with an ache, a stomach ache. Atleast, that's what you told yourself, you had to leave, knowing it wasn't just hunger you felt that was brewing inside of you.

This was the worst day ever.

You made your way to the bathroom, your legs moving swiftly. just so you could hide your involuntary, knee jerk reaction. You couldn’t avoid the tears welling up in your eyes no matter how hard you tried.

After several minutes you managed to pull yourself together, finally starting to make your way back to your seat. Or what you thought was your seat, you paused as you looked at your previously empty spot. It wasn’t just an apple or a candy bar, a full tray of food and more was sitting right in front of you. You looked around, for anyone, an explanation, something.

Your eyes caught a brown mop of hair at the table across from you, he was making a great effort to look at you. Turned all the way around in his seat, only to turn right back around once he realized he’d been caught. You stood there, stunned for a moment until he turns around again. He points to the tray of food than up to you, even adding a cheeky thumbs up for good measure. You couldn’t help the chuckles that escaped your lips as he quickly turned back around, Leaving you to enjoy your mountain of food.

Your classmates, as if they all had eyes and ears on the back of their head, noticed. Their noses could sense what was wrong, a sixth sense whispering to them what was incorrect. Since you started interacting with Toby, their little brains conjured up that there must be something terribly wrong with you too. And they had no problems reminding you, over and over again.

Recess was a pain now that you had been associated with ‘Ticci Toby’. You never seemed to figure out how to fit yourself into the little groups the kids would make in the first place. You were drawn to the swings of no expectations, and the ‘edges of the playground’ solitude.

Some days, like that special day, you felt yourself drawn to the fence of the playground. You wondered aimlessly, eyeing the untamed wilderness just a chain link away. You were utterly consumed, lost in thought. Until You felt something poke you, something persistent yet barely there. You turn around, your face contorting in confusion as Tobias stood in front of you, holding something in his cupped hands.

You hesitated for a moment before mimicking him, cupping your hands for whatever he plans to give you. You stood stock still as he approached with the mystery in his hands. Slowly, something damp, firm and slimy lands on your palm. It’s webbed feet was the first thing you felt, your eyes widened as you made eye contact with the amphibian sitting in your hand.

“A frog!”

It takes everything in you not to jolt in surprise at such a small thing suddenly in your grasp. Yet for those couple of minutes, the responsibility was yours. You kept your hand steady as your eyes glanced up to meet Toby’s in a momentary sense of camaraderie.

That was the last time you’d seen Toby Rogers.

Now you were sitting in front of your tv with your family, the news of the Roger’s blaring on the screen in front of you. All dead, one missing. Toby was missing, probably dead, people say, a kid like him wouldn’t be able to survive out there.

So why was it that when you retired to your bed at night, you could feel it. That sixth sense that seemed to come so easily to others now overwhelmed you as you tried to fall asleep. Something was wrong. As if an invisible string was pulling you, you found yourself standing up from the bed. Taking slow, cautious steps as you approached the window. It was almost a relief seeing your gnawing feeling confirmed. Except for the fact that the gnawing feeling was a tall shadow standing only a few feet away.

[bloody-heartstrings]

Toby is That One Guy who rolls the window all the way down on the freeway with zero regard for anybody else in the car

And he fucking loves it. Dog ass man.

[junabuggy]

Ticci Toby headcanons⁉️

A/n: Back and writing for my childhood crush?? Yes, yes I am.

Warnings: None !!

──★ ˙ ̟ 𝘚𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨?

🪓☆ Bro LOVES animals and insects, especially the ones that most people dislike

🪓☆ Such as centipedes, millipedes, possums, raccoons, snakes, beetles (especially weevils omg) and spiders + many many more

🪓☆ MIDWESTERN EMO BOY!! Guys PLEASE just look at him it makes sense

🪓☆ He has a few freckles and moles :33

🪓☆ The type of person who’s kinda quiet until you get to know him, grows more comfortable with you over time :P

🪓☆ He can be kind of a sarcastic jerk sometimes though ngl 😭

🪓☆ NOT a morning person

🪓☆ Hypersexual

🪓☆ Plus due to his CIPA it’s one of the few things he actually can feel.

🪓☆ Likes to go on walks. And I’m talking HOURRR LONG ONES

🪓☆ Toby’s love language is for sure either quality time or physical touch 💯💯

🪓☆ Besties with Jeff and Jane and is like an annoying little brother to Masky

🪓☆ He’s pansexual !! If there’s a hole there’s a goal 🙏

🪓☆ Tried to pierce his ears by himself once… Yeaaahh they got infected the next day

🪓☆ Absolute LOSER but I love him dearly so it’s alright <3

🪓☆ Waffle jokes and whatever aside, he enjoys both waffles and pancakes equally, not really much of a preference there.

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

[evanmyersbadhabit]

⦻‼️ My Creepypasta Age HC'S‼️⦻

📸‼️~ YAPPIN' TIME YAHOOOO!! Gonna yap about how Old I think Creepypasta Characters are!! :3 ... but not all of them💔Just ones I have ship ocs for.. and maybe a few I think are kewl..🎀

☣️‼️~ BEFORE I START!! I just wanna say that these are my opinions and It's completely fine to have your own or disagree with mine. As someone who's been a Creepypasta fan since I was in elementary school, I think fighting over something as silly as the ages of fictional characters is unnecessary, so Please keep any and all negative comments to yourself, Thank you !! <3

💊‼️~ CW/TW: None.. uhm.. Yeah🎀

📺‼️~ Starting off with: Pastas I have Ship ocs with

Slenderman: I'd like to think he's essentially Ageless, but has the physical appearance of a man well into his 30's, Hence my Ship oc, Zariah (It/She) is 31 yrs old.

Jeff The Killer: Since He never canonically died, he could have been a teen when his story started, I'd like to think he was Probably around 16 at the start (if we still fw the Slendermansion thing he spawned in there at 16), and roughly 30 by now, Based on the OG story being set in 2011 (which does mention he was 13 but shhhh), add a few years and BOOM!! He's 30. (But even if you use age 13, 13 + 14 = 27) My Oc, Tristan (It/They/He) is about 26.

Ticci Toby: Again, another case of a character never dying, Wiki says he was born around 1994, and he was 17 at the start of his story, which would mean his story also took place around 2011. Doing the Math (17 + 14..) He would be roughly around 30 to 31 years old, my oc, Zach (He/It), is around 24.

Laughing Jack: Now... Wiki says he's Ageless.. I'd Agree.. somewhat. I'd like to think he's been around for years, hence he's a demon, so an estimated Age would be well over 150 Years old. NOW!! My oc on the other hand, Trevor (He/It), he's 201 years old.. Old man bruh.

Eyeless Jack: The Wiki says Photos first popped up around 2010.. yet an actual story wasn't made till about 2012. His story says he was 19 at the start of his story, now doing the math (19 + 13..) He'd be roughly 32. My oc, Valentino (He/It), He's 24.

📽️‼️~ Ending with: A few Pastas I find Kewl..🎀

BEN DROWNED: Ben's age has always been a bit.. difficult to figure out as some say 'oh hes like 12' and others are like 'no no he's an adult' so eughh.. DOING RESEARCH.. wiki said he was born in 1990 and died in 2002.. making him 12 at his death. NOW DOING MATH AGAIN.. (2025 - 2002.. 23.. and.. 23 + 12..) if he hadn't died, He'd be roughly in his 30's, 35 to be exact. I'd say maybe Bro got the same issue Five from The Umbrella Academy had,, Young body, old age.. But I'd just roughly say he's ageless due to all the confusion in regards to his age..

Sally Williams: Her OG Story says she's Eight, yet the Remake says she's Twelve.. SOOOO.. I'd like to place her somewhat in the Middle at roughly 10.

Bloody Painter/Helen Otis: Wiki says he's 26.. and I don't know enough to play the math guessing game,, so he's staying 26..🎀

Jason The Toymaker: Wiki doesn't give an age.. SIGH!! But from what I've read, I'd assume once he became.. whatever he is, He'd became.. ageless I guess?? So.. That's what I'ma go with..🎀

X-Virus: Wiki says He's the same Age as Toby.. SO WITH THAT INFORMATION!! I'd assume he's roughly 30 to 31 years old :3

🧾‼️~ ANDDD THATS IT!! All yappin' done.. Enjoy :3

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which one??

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A Change Of Heart

Toby Rogers x F!Reader [NSFW!]

(Toby birthday extravaganza!)

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WC: 6.5k

Summary: Your boyfriend Toby doesn’t celebrate his birthday. Each year, you try to change that. This year, you think you’ve succeeded.

CW: 18+ content, explicit sexual content, sappy gooey mushy shit, they are in LOVE your honour, praise + sweet talk, sloppy makeouts, dry humping, vaginal fingering, semi-clothed sex, creampie, barely any warnings except a sickening amount of sweetness, bc it’s his birthday he deserves to be happy <3

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NSFW under the cut! Minors do not interact!

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Your boyfriend Toby doesn’t celebrate his birthday.

You supposed that you couldn’t exactly blame him. A birthday to him was just another trip around the sun. Another reminder of the fact that he spent yet another year burying bodies in the ground.

You understood it. Tried to, at least. His distaste towards celebration and grandeur. The scowl that would tug at his lips whenever someone wished him a ‘happy birthday’. You had tried to remedy it early in your relationship, with thoughtful gifts and treats you had stayed up all night baking, but you could see it in his eyes every time he whispered a soft ‘thank you’. It was resignation, not true gratitude. Smiling to make you happy, because he wouldn’t want all of your efforts to go to waste.

But deep down you knew what he was wishing. That you’d just forget about it for a year. Let him forget about it for a year. Aging. Living. The cruelty of it all.

It wasn’t that he didn’t appreciate your efforts - he did. You were the first person to truly try to celebrate with him since his mother. But maybe, that was the true issue. It was difficult to share a slice of cake with you without thinking of the times when he was young, sat around his dining table whilst his family waited for him to blow out his candles. It was the one day his father bit back his harsh words. It was the one day his mother’s smile didn’t look so strained.

To try and relive that now, cutting the cake you baked him with his bloodstained hands - it just felt like some cheap imitation. Like he was trying to hide in the past, turn a blind eye to who he had turned out to be.

People like him, didn’t deserve to celebrate.

And so, you had given up for a while. Went from going out into town to buy him something new, to rehashing an old gift from a few years prior. Homemade cakes, to store bought. Candles, for a kiss on the cheek instead. You started wondering if maybe you were selfish. If maybe, you were doing all of this for yourself, not him - to prove that you were in fact the loving partner you tried to be.

If you were, maybe you’d just stop and abide to his wishes.

So eventually you do. Sort of.

You wake on the morning of Toby’s birthday before he does, letting out a soft yawn that you quickly stifle in an effort not to wake him. He lies beside you - passed out cold, snoring with drool seeping out of the corner of his mouth, the mess of brunette hair atop his head tangled and knotted from tossing and turning. His eyes are fluttered closed, face smushed into his pillow and the blanket haphazardly thrown over him, barely covering his bare chest - which was pebbled with goosebumps.

You pull the blankets over his shoulders before you slip out of bed.

Quiet as you can, tiptoeing when your feet hit the hardwood floor. Avoiding every plank that you knew made a creak. Toby slept heavy, but his instincts weren’t something to be fucked with. If his sleeping body got even an ounce of the idea that you were no longer beside him - he would be waking up. He had many, many times before, when you were just crawling out of bed to grab a glass of water. So this time around you make sure to be extra sneaky, triple checking that he’s actually still sleeping before you open the bedroom door just a crack and slip through it.

To the kitchen you go, socked feet padding against the floor of your shared cabin - goosebumps raising on your arms as the morning chills drifts in through your faulty insulation. In just a tshirt and panties, you shiver, but consider it to be a less important issue at the moment. You had better things to focus on.

Like making Toby breakfast.

You start with the coffee maker. Two scoops of the blend he liked best, though you personally thought it tasted like cardboard. Barely a step above instant. But the look of satisfaction he got when he took a sip was what you were aiming for, and so you go through with it despite your distaste.

Then, to the stove. Toby was easy when it came to breakfast. Something sweet, with something savoury to balance it out. Most days, you’d find him shoving a barely toasted slice of bread in his mouth before marching out the door for a mission, but on days when he had the time - that’s what he’d make. Cooking for you with a smile of his face, goggles pushed up onto his forehead to keep stray hair out of his vision. Letting you help only so that he had an excuse to pull you in close and leave flour handprints on your hips and ass.

Such a mundane scene, and yet it was the sort of domestic bliss that Toby had made the norm for you - even if his way of life was anything less than normal.

You’d like to return the favour for him.

Two eggs get cracked into a bowl, then three cups of flour. A little bit of sugar, milk, and a pinch of salt later - you have a pretty solid batter. Which, you immediately start scooping up into the waffle maker you had preheating. The mixture sizzles when it meets the hot surface, the sweet smell of home cooked breakfast almost immediately wafting into the air and meeting your nostrils.

You smile, then close the lid.

Next, you go the the fridge and take out a pack of bacon. You peel out a few strips from the pack, place them into the pan you had waiting for them, and turn the burner on to medium heat. It doesn’t take long for those to start sizzling as well.

It also doesn’t take long for Toby to wake up. As stealthy as you could possibly be, and yet you should’ve known that you still wouldn’t have been able to slip past him. It was like he had an internal alarm system built in, one that started blaring the moment you weren’t snug next to him.

“S-Somethin’ smells good. You cooking?” Toby’s voice - low, raspy, and thick with sleep - meets your ears and cuts through the sound of food cooking. So unexpected that you quite literally jump, letting out a soft yelp and fumbling to catch the spatula that had nearly slipped out of your hands in shock.

“Toby!” You whip your head around, eyes wide, gaze locking on the sight of him freshly rolled out of bed. His hair is a mess, knotted and sticking up at odd angles, and his eyes are still drooping. He lets out a soft yawn and reaches a hand up to cover his mouth, his torso still bare - plaid pyjama pants hanging low on his hips. “You- Go back to bed!” You point an accusatory spatula at him, to which he raises an eyebrow in amusement. “You’re not supposed to be up.”

“Well, I am.” Toby snorts, crossing his arms over his chest before leaning up against the doorframe. “You th-thought you were being sneaky?” He eyes your soft pout, and his gaze softens. “The smell of cooked bacon could wake up the- the dead y’know.”

He raises an eyebrow at you, trying his best not to burst into a fit of laughter over just how distraught you look over his presence, before shaking his head in amused disbelief. “Why’s it m-matter anyway? You weren’t trying the whole b-breakfast in bed thing, were you?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” You huff, shoulders sagging in defeat. “But you ruined it.”

“No, no-“ Toby lets out a soft laugh before pushing off the wall, lazily making his way into the kitchen to meet you. “Colour me s-surprised. It’s not often you-you’re up before I am.” He leans his head down to place a soft kiss against your cheek, before reaching up to give your hair a little ruffle. “Though, I-I will say that I thought you had gotten over all of this…” His hand gives your hip a lingering squeeze, before he’s withdrawing - making his way over to the counter where the coffee was brewing.

”Over what?” You ask, tearing your eyes away for hm for a moment just to check on how the bacon was holding up.

”This.” Toby laughs softly. “Birthday stuff. Thought you finally came o-over to my side on the topic.”

”You think this is for your birthday?” You scoff dramatically and cross your arms over your chest. You avoid Toby’s gaze, because you just know how he’s looking at you. Disbelieving, for good reason, because he had seen right through you. “Maybe I just wanted to cook for you. Has nothing to do with you getting old.”

”Getting old.” Toby snorts, unable to help himself from rolling his eyes as he leans his hip up against the countertop. His gaze flickers over to the coffee maker, to the jar of grinds next to it - and he raises an eyebrow as he lets out a soft hum. “You ha-hate this stuff.” He mutters, giving the tin of coffee grinds a little nudge.

You do. Unequivocally. But you didn’t have yourself in mind when you brewed them.

”Yeah, I do.” You agree, shooting him a look before you turn the burner off, sliding the pan of bacon over to a burner that was cool. “But you don’t.”

It’s such a simple gesture, something so easily looked over. And yet to Toby? It means the world. A small sacrifice, but it was one you were making for him. Out of the good of your heart, simply because you loved him. Because you wanted him to be happy.

Maybe, over the past few years, he had been too wrapped up in his own melancholy to truly realize that.

”You know..” Toby casts one last look over to the jar of coffee grinds, before pushing himself off of the counter once more. Gravitating to you once again - his hands drawn to your hips like two magnets to one another. And when he touches you, he finally feels whole again. Two pieces snapping into place. “You d-don’t have to try so hard.” His hands give your waist a gentle squeeze, his chest tightening at the feeling of you relaxing into his hold so easily. It may have been awhile, but that fact never got old. “Waking up with you n-next to me is all I could really ask for.” His head tucks into the crook of your neck, pressing a soft kiss against the slope of your shoulder. “All I could ever ne-need.”

“I just..” With his hands on your waist, you let it a soft sigh before leaning back against his chest. Ignoring it even as the waffle maker’s timer goes off - three consecutive beeps trying to catch your attention but failing miserably. How could you not be distracted? Even a siren blaring would fall on deaf ears to you right now, with Toby’s body warmth seeping into your skin. His heartbeat thrumming against your back, feeling his chest rise and fall with each breath he takes. So tangible. Each exhale a reminder that he’s here with you. That though another year has passed, he’s still here. “I want you to feel special, Toby. I want you to know how much you mean to me”

”I do know.” Toby’s response is immediate, whispered against your skin like a prayer. “You know what I th-think?” His hands gently spin you around in his hold, and his gaze nearly buckles you completely. So soft. So warm it makes your heart skip a beat. Toby’s staring down at you as if you’ve given him the entire world, though you haven’t even finished breakfast for him yet. “I think you’re the strongest woman in the wo-world.” He dips his head downwards, pressing his forehead against yours. “How many ye-years has it been now? I know it hasn’t b-been easy. Not with what I d-do.”

You breathe out a shaky sigh, closing your eyes for just a moment before they’re fluttering open again to meet his.

”I don’t think about that stuff, Toby.” You breathe out, before reaching a hand up to brush a few strands of hair out of his eyes. “Doesn’t matter. I’m just glad you’re here. I don’t care what you do.”

”A-And that’s why you’re so special.” Toby hums, his lips curling up at the corners. Then he’s closing the distance, just to press the softest of kisses to the tip of your nose. “You’re really good at… A-At seeing good.” Slowly he backs you up. Gently. One step at a time. Walking with you, with the tips of his toes just barely brushing yours, until the small of your back is pressed against the kitchen counter. “The whole re-reason I don’t like celebr-brating is because I don’t think…” He pauses for a moment, his eyes flickering with emotion. “I don’t think I deserve it. I don’t think-think I’m a good enough person to warrant celebrating.”

He watches as your lips tug downwards, and lets out a soft huff through his nose - before reaching up to gently pinch your chin between his fingers. “Don’t get that look on your f-face.”

”I don’t like it when you talk bad about yourself.” You mutter softly. You nudge his hand with your cheek until he’s cupping your face, the warmth of his calloused palm making your heart flutter. Just like it always did. Just like it always would.

”Well, good th-thing I’m not done talking then.” Toby hums back to you. “I was going to say, that you make it e-easy to believe that I am.” You watch how his eyes warm, deep dark irises thawing like a frozen lake in spring. “That I’m good. That I deserve it.”

”You are, and you do.” You don’t even hesitate. You say those words back to him like they’re the only facts that you’ve ever known. And maybe they are. You’ve known them since you first met him, and have believed them ever since. Even when he came home drenched in blood. Even when his hands would be shaking so bad that even you holding them wouldn’t ease it all away. He was good. Troubled, sure, but deep down you were absolutely sure of it.

He was a good person. You don’t think you’d still be around if he wasn’t.

”I love you.” Toby’s breath tickles your noise when he speaks out that soft confession. All soft and sweet, almost shy - like he hadn’t said those words to you a million times over. Today though, it’s different and you know it. You can feel it in the air, how an invisible weight lifted off of his shoulders when he whispered them to you. A sigh of relief. Gratitude, because he knows that you meant every word that you had said. That you believed them.

Maybe that was why it was so easy for him to start believing them too.

”I love you too.” You murmur back to him, your eyes sparkling with adoration as you gaze up at him. Encased in your own little personal bubble right now, one where the horrors of the world outside simply didn’t exist. “Happy birthday.” You offer him a soft smile, and for once - Toby returns it. He doesn’t grumble out something out of annoyance, or ignore you completely in attempts to brush off the meaning of the day.

Today he accepts it.

”Thank you.” And then he’s leaning down, messy strands of brunette hair tickling your forehead. His nose brushes against yours before he slots your lips together. Gentle. Sweet. So much packed within his actions that he could never find the words for. That was alright though, you could understand him perfectly.

Your hands drift upwards. Giving his hands a soft squeeze before trailing up his arms. Savouring every inch of skin beneath your fingertips as you climb higher. Over his shoulders, mapping his scars like braille as your fingers dance up his neck. Cupping the back of his head, curling into his hair, catching on a few knots but not caring in the slightest. You pull him down gently, guiding him to you with tender touches that leave his knees weak.

If your daily actions didn’t show how much you loved him, then your kisses definitely did. It never changed how much devotion you poured into one simple action. Kissing him like the key to eternal life was found on his lips. Hands in his hair, weaving the strands around your fingers like it was the finest silk. Like letting go of him would wound you.

He sure felt like it would wound him.

He kisses you soft and slow, even as his hands press your hips back against the countertop, and his knee finds a home sliding between your thighs. He’s careful with it, like he’s scared he could break you. A fear he had simply never gotten over. He didn’t think he ever could. You were the one good thing. The one raw of sun peeking through the perpetual cloudy day that was his life. You were everything.

And somehow, you were his.

His lips part against yours and you concede easily, following his lead as you do the same. Letting him lick into your mouth with a soft moan rumbling from his chest, his hands twitching and trembling where they squeeze your waist. Thumbs smoothing soft circles against your hipbones, his body drifting in closer to yours - like one magnet to another. Leaning in until his chest was meeting yours, his body curled over yours like he was trying to shield you from the world.

Lips sloppily sliding against one another, Toby swallows down your breathy moans like they were ambrosia. You can hear it - feel it - when his breathing starts to grow shaky. Soft, trembling huffs of breath through his nose that tickle your skin upon contact. But you’re not much better. Toby had a certain way of stealing your breath away every time his skin met yours, every time his lips tasted yours.

Toby kissed you like he needed your air to breathe. Like he was drowning, and the only air available had to be stolen from your lips.

You didn’t mind it at all. You’d give him it all, right down to the last drop of oxygen in your lungs.

He knew that already.

His lips break from yours just to trail kisses from the corner of your mouth, down your cheek and across your jawline. Sloppy, messy, breathing shaky between each smeared kiss. But he’s not rushing it. He’s savouring it. Like he was trying to lap up every drop of sweat on your skin, to commit the taste to memory. “I love you.” He presses those words into the crook of your neck as his hands begin to wonder, shaky as they slip down low and under them hem of the shirt you had worn to bed. “God, I love you.” Again, as his palms smooth up your bare stomach - his calloused hands rough against skin so soft - and yet it feels like the perfect contrast. Feels like they were moulded for the simple purpose of just touching you.

It was hard to believe that hands like this, hands that stitched you back together at the seams, dealt damage beyond all repair when he wasn’t with you. If only that mattered to you at all.

”I love you too.” You murmur Mack to him, eyes flutter when his hands drift higher - up, up, bringing the fabric of your shirt with it - leaving goosebumps to pebble your skin when its exposed to the air of your kitchen for the first time. “I love you more.“ You gasp when his hands find their destination, cupping your tits gently - pleased at the fact that he had caught you so early in the morning. Braless and beautiful, the flesh beneath his palms so soft when he kneads it softly. A soft rumble of appreciation vibrates against your shoulder, right as your breath catches in your throat.

”Not true.” His thumbs roll over your nipples, and you can feel his lips curl up into a smile against your skin when they perk up beneath his touch. “B-But let’s not fight, baby.” He gives the crook of your neck a soft nip, just to make you jolt. “It’s my b-birthday.”

You can’t help but let out a huff of laughter, your body just going more and more pliant with each touch dealt upon your all too reactive body. But that was all his fault. He knew just what buttons to press, to have your knees going weak.

But of course, the same was true for you.

You lean up onto your tiptoes to nudge your way into the crook of his neck, lips meeting his skin, and you can feel it when his muscles all but lock up. You don’t stop there, letting out a gentle giggle right next to his ear before you’re catching the lobe between your teeth - giving it a soft nip that pulls a strained groan from Toby’s lungs. “Cheeky.” You hear him mutter, his voice dropping down lower than before. You knew what that meant, but you had also known where this was going from the very start.

His hands slide out from underneath your shirt and slip under your thighs, arms flexing when he lifts you up so easily it makes you let out a little yelp of surprise. Followed up quickly, by a giggle of glee when he’s leaning his head back down again to press a kiss against the tip of your nose. “Breakfast is g-gonna go cold.” He hums, nuzzling his nose against yours as he gently sets you down onto the countertop. Bare legs dangling around his hips, you smile up at him with stars in your eyes. Reaching out to pull him in once more - not satisfied until he was invading your personal space again. Skin to skin, feeling his heart beat against yours, “That’s a sh-shame. You got up early and e-everything.”

”Oh, that’s alright.” Your lift your legs to wrap around his waist, ankles locking behind his back in an action that had one of his eyebrows quirking playfully. “You woke up before I got much done anyway.” A kiss to the tip of his nose. “I can pick up where i left off later.”

”In favour of d-doing what?” Toby’s lips twitch up into a coy smirk, his hands tugging your hips forwards until they’re completely flush to his. Letting you feel the growing bulge he had been sporting, barely concealed by the thin material of his pyjama pants. Your hips almost immediately buck at the contact. “You-You know, you coulda’ just woke me up like th-this.” His lips meet yours again in the form of a soft peck, his hands guiding your eager hips to rock and his gently. Nothing too insistent, just really letting you feel it all. Getting your breathing shaky and shallow. Getting your thighs trembling where they have him locked in place, “I wouldn’t have ha-had any complaints.”

”Oh, I bet you wouldn’t.” You giggle, but the words do cut of abruptly when he’s pressing in closer, grinning his clothed length against your barely concealed core. He’s pulled a moan from the both of you, his hands tightening their hold on your hips while yours to the same to his shoulders - nails biting into his skin. “You… You’re not subtle-“ You huff out, your eyes flickering up to this as a soft flush starts creeping onto your cheeks. Making the heat rising within you all too evident to the man who was stoking it.

”I’m n-not trying to be.” Toby laughs against your lips, before giving you another soft kiss - tugging you down against him against just to feel the shudder that racks your body. “Why would I b-be subtle around you? How can I be?” The slow rhythm from before had turned into something more insistent, fuelled by desire. Dragging your clothed cunt against him with every buck of his hips. Shaky breathing turning into laboured panting. Eyes hazy. Skin pink and hot to the touch. “You’re the p-prettiest girl in the world. It’s difficult to try and be a-all cool and aloof around you.”

”Well, good. I like it that way.” Your hands creep upwards to grasp at his hair once again before you’re pulling him down to meet your lips with more pressure. Much messier this time around. Two flaming hot balls of desire that were feeding off of one another, drinking up each other’s soft noises and whispered words of devotion.

Hands getting greedier, ruffling clothes. He’s palming your breasts through your shirt while the other one tugs at the waistband of your panties. You’re clawing at his scalp with blunt fingernails, while your other hand grabs at the waistband of his pants - fingers curling beneath it. Growing more and more impatient, more and more frantic - like the clothes you wore were insulting. And, maybe the were, in the way they were a barrier between him and you. “Toby-“ You unfurl your legs from around his hips just to make it easier for him when he starts dragging the material of your panties down your thighs. Lifting your hips a little, shaking your ankle to free yourself when they get caught there.

It’s clumsy, and uncoordinated, but that’s not all it is. It’s warm and smooth. It’s giggles between kisses when his nose bumps against yours, its eyes crinkled up in adoration when he tells you he loves you for the nth time. It’s real, and its raw. It’s Toby’s hands when they smooth up your thighs - his breath hitching in awe when his fingers meet your core. Looking at you with near amazement in his eyes when he feels how wet you are for him already. Like its a blessing, a gift. Like he still can’t believe you’re a tangible being - all his to touch upon.

”Have I-I ever told you how pretty you are?” Toby’s asking as he swipes his fingers through the slickness, the digits trembling as they find your clit - smearing your essence against your folds. His pupils blown out and his eyes foggy as he watches your eyebrows furrow together, watches how your lips part in pleasure when he adds just the right amount of pressure. Rolling the swollen nub just the way you like it. Slow and steady, nothing too frantic, building and building that heat at a controlled pace.

“You-“ You let out a hiss through your teeth when your pleasure spikes, a result of him pressing his thumb down with just a little bit more intent. He can feel how your cunt pulses beneath his touch, getting wetter and wetter with every movement he makes. Incredible. “You have.” You peel your eyes open to meet his gaze, an amused smile on your lips even as your chest heaves. “Probably- Probably about ten minutes ago.”

”Ah, too long.” Toby watches with a tender smile, the way your face completely melts when he slips a finger inside you. Curling it into your wet heat while his thumb gives your clit all the love in the world. Enamoured with the way your breathing gets more strained, how your thighs tremble as your hips buck up to meet his touch. That pretty blush of yours creeping down your neck as your eyes go hazier and hazier. Twitching around him - hot, velvety, and pulsating - it sends a shiver down his spine, and a wave of heat straight to his dick. “You’re pretty.” He murmurs to you softly, bringing his other hand up to cup the back of your head - keeping your pliant body upright as you begin to crumble. “You’re so pretty, it m-makes my chest hurt.” Your eyebrows pinch together, bottom lip wobbling. “Makes m-my head go foggy. Makes me wo-wonder what I ever did to deserve you.”

He dips his head down to nuzzle against your neck, stubble scratching against your soft skin. “What I ever d-did to deserve a girl who could make me like my b-birthday again.” He crooks his finger just right, rubbing up against that sweet bundle of nerves within you and pushing you over the edge so sweetly. So gentle, and yet it still leaves your head spinning. Still has you gasping and moaning out his name as you claw at his shoulders and tug him in closer - your pussy pulsing around his finger and twitching beneath the pad of his thumb.

Moaning out his name into the cool air of your shared kitchen, it sounds like gospel to him. Sounds like the song of an angel - so sweet, it stuck to his ears like molasses. He doesn’t think he ever knew how lovely his name could sound, until he was hearing it from your lips. “You alright?” He asks you softly, eyes on you as he slipped his finger out of you - still rubbing gentle circles against your clit even when the overstimulation had your hips twitching involuntarily. Your vision is foggy, and Toby looks like a dream as he stands before you - his chest heaving with every breath he takes. Just barely masking the heated emotions swimming around in his irises. So, you nod. Because you know you want more of him. You always do. “Can I give you m-more?”

”Please.” You pull him down for another kiss before he can even ask if you’re sure. Spreading your thighs apart wider and inviting him in. Your tongue licking against his when you feel one hand leave you in favour of pulling down the waistband of your pants. His cock is hard and throbbing when it comes to rest against your cunt, so desperate that just freeing it to the cool air has him gasping into your mouth. Grinding it against the slickness of your core had him biting back groans against your lips.

”Love you s-so fuckin’ much.” He’s muttering out again, like he’d die if he didn’t tell at least once every five minutes. His lips sliding against yours messily, the words are muffled - but they sound just as lovely, because they’re formed out of his voice. “More than anything.” And then he’s pressing against you, all nice and slick from the wetness that had seeped out of your core - nudging against your entrance which welcomed him to beautiful. Kissing the head of his cock with a warmth that already had him moaning into your mouth.

”Love you too.” Your fingers claw at his neck when his hips nudge forwards, still so sensitive from your last release that the stretch his cock gives you feels godly. Filling you up in a way that he could, like his body had been carved to fulfil yours. Like he had been made for you, just as you for him. That’s what it sure felt like as his arms came up to wrap around you - cradling your body close to his as he sunk himself in deeper and deeper. One inch at a time, each one more mind numbing than the last.

He was heaven. Your heaven. He made you feel whole, wiped every single thought from your mind that wasn’t about him. He brought a shiver to your bones that no one else could replicate. Had electricity zapping up your spine when his hips came flush with yours.

Again, your legs wrap around his waist and lock there as you melt into him - pressing your face into his neck to gasp against his skin. You can feel your wetness seeping out around his cock, and so can he - soft curses slipping from his lips as his hands begin to tremble. He draws his hips back slowly, like he’s savouring every second of having your tight heat wrapped around him. He was. You were so warm and wet, and he’d swear to you that you just got better every single time. Winding him every time he got the blessing of burying himself in your sweet, sweet body. Looking so beautiful every time you fall apart for him.

”S-So good-“ He gasps out, his grip almost suffocating when he presses back in - his eyes fluttering as he starts gently rocking into your pliant body. Burying his face into your hair and pressing kisses to the crown of your head, a strangled groan rumbling from his lungs every time his hips met yours. “Fuck- You’re i-incredible.” He breathes out those words in a strangled breath, awe dripping off of every letter. Like even after all this time, he still can’t believe that you’re here. That you’re here, and you’re his. Right beneath his fingertips. “My girl.” His hands slip down low as his cock drags against your walls, his pace slow and controlled - letting you really feel it every time your body stretched open to take him in. Letting you feel all those butterflies that fluttered around in your gut when he nudged up against your gspot. “You’re so g-good to me.”

Large palms splay against your ass cheeks, nails digging into the soft flesh as he guides you hips back to meet every thrust. His eyes squeezed shut in pleasure, his lips parted just to gasp out your praises. “You-You’re perfect. So perfect. Don’t even gotta try.”

And you’d like to tell him the same. That to you, he’s the entire world and then some, but it’s a little hard to get the words out when each thrust in has you choking on your own breaths. When each nudge of his hips has your brain turning to static.

So you tell him in the only way you can.

“I love you.” You cry out, your voice shaky and broken, before you’re lifting your head out of the crook of his neck and nudging your face close to his. Peppering his face with sloppy kisses though your main objective are his lips. You’re having a hard time not completely falling to pieces though, and so it’s no surprise that you miss the mark.

Not that Toby minds at all. You’ve got his heart fluttering as you press spit-slick kisses against his cheeks, his nose, his chin, his jaw. Coating him in kisses that leave his skin tingling as a shudder wracks his shoulders. Getting to watch nice up close and personal as your face crumples in pleasure and your finger shakily grab at any part of him you can reach.

His hair, slipping down his neck to claw at his shoulders, grasping at his biceps with trembling fingers. Like his skin grounded you. Like he was all you needed to feel whole.

He was. “Love you-“ You gasp out again, your thighs squeezing around him tighter as that pleasure starts to crest once more. Your skin buzzing from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes, your lips wobbling when they finally meet his once more. Your words broken when you gasp against his mouth. “Fuck- I love you.” He savours each letter that spills against his tongue, somehow managing to pull you in even closer as his hips begin to stutter. Trying to fight it off, but it’s difficult to when you’re melting before him - slipping through his fingers like ice cream on a hot day.

Crumbling apart so beautifully, gazing up at him with that glassy eyed look of devotion - like he had hung the stars in the sky. Like he was the reason the sun rose every morning.

You buckled him. Turned his joints to goo and his brain to mush. Made his heart so warm he’d swear it was close to bursting out of his chest.

You made him feel so loved, in every single thing that you did. Every single word you said.

From picking his favourite coffee grinds over yours, to moaning your devotion against his sweat slick skin.

He had meant it when he said he wasn’t quite sure what he did to deserve you, but maybe he was starting to realize that he didn’t need to do anything at all. You just loved him - and love isn’t something to be deserved, it’s something to be given.

So maybe he should just stop worrying. Maybe, he should just be grateful for the gift of your presence.

Maybe, he should stop wondering if it’s all enough. If you truly understand how much he means it when he tells you he loves you.

He’s sure you do. And he’s sure that what you feel for him is just as potent.

Tears dot your lash line when you fall apart in his arms again, your lips parting against his as you moan out the sweetest song - your fingernails scratching red and raised notes of devotion against his neck and shoulders. Marking him as yours for the millionth time over, a physical reminder for when his mind turns on him again. You loved him, you did, and your eyes sparkle with nothing but that as you gaze up into his eyes - pulling him down with you with just one look.

“I love you.” He tells you, as his thrusts go sloppy. “I love you.” He says it again even as the overwhelming pleasure tries to choke out the words. “I love you.” Panted against your neck, his whole body trembling as ecstasy racks his body from head to toe - his iron grip on you being the only thing that keeps him from buckling completely. “I love you.” Again, as you feel warmth bloom inside you, as you feel it drip down your thighs. “I love you.” Like he could never say it enough, even as his body crumples against yours - weak and shaky.

And for a moment, that’s all he does. Fallen against you, his body enveloping yours - the heat from his skin leeching into your bones as his heart beat syncs up with your pulse. Breathing out those words on every exhale, like they’re the only thing he knows how to say.

Right then, they are.

“I love you too, Toby.” You murmur back to him once you catch your breath, and though your arms are weak, you still lift one just so that you can cup his face and smooth your thumb against his cheekbone. “More than anything in the world.” You lean in, and press one more lingering kiss against his lips - to which he melts against you all over again. “Happy birthday.”

And he smiles. Soft, sweet and boyish. Dimples in his cheeks as his eyes crinkle up, a soft little huff of laughter slipping from behind his teeth. You think it might be the youngest he’s looked in years.

“Thank you.” He breathes back to you, leaning into your touch. “Do you…” He looks over to the stove, where the meal you had been preparing had been so quickly abandoned, and he lets out a soft giggle. “D-Do you think it’s gone cold?”

“Duh.” You snort, before gently pinching his cheek. “But that’s alright. The coffee’s still hot, at least.”

Toby’s grin somehow manages to stretch wider, and he chuckles lightly before nodding in agreement.

The coffee was still hot.

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this is the most sickeningly sweet thing I’ve written in awhile but that’s what toby deserves on his big day

happy birthday to the only man to ever exist <3

[intimidating-fettuccine]

Slender: You borrowed a crane?

Toby and Y/N: Not exactly.

Slender: You stole a crane?!

Toby and Y/N: Exactly.

[vanyatas]

TICCI TOBY HCS

GENERAL HCS:

Midwest emo.

But in a more silly way if you feel me chat

6’0.

Very sweet, He’s still a bit younger than the rest of the creeps so i still feel like he has a bit of joy and whimsy

Gash on his cheek from chewing through it.

Cannibalistic tendencies.

Soft, brown, messy hair, goes down to his neck but keeps it medium length on the top.

Operator mark on his ribs.

Car seat headrest(LMFAOOO), Angels and Airwaves, Weezer, Ptv, Modern Baseball, American Football, Sorority Noise, Origami Angel, Title Fight, Mom Jeans, No Pressure enjoyer.

Chews on his hands and finger tips

Wears leather gloves to avoid this

Def has BPD

Even if he’s sweet, because he has this ^ his mood can be set off immediately.

Piercings. Double eyebrow and a septum, ears as well.

Gets them done to see if he likes them, Will probably take them out a second later if he thinks it doesn’t look right.

BROWN EYESSS PLSS DO YALL FEEL ME!! I see him having very dark brown ones.

Skinnier, But by god does he have muscles regardless!! nothing too toned, but he’s definitely built from well. being a killer and having to chase and do crazy shit.

Stutters yes.

Autistic, PTSD, Tourette’s, Tics, CIPA, and Schizophrenia!! Keeping it 90% og still.

Also attention starved, It gets to him severely that Masky is The Operators favorite.

They’re still friends. Along with Jeff, EJ, BEN and Hoodie.

Hoodie and him don’t talk a lot.

ROMANTIC HCS:

A little awkward.

After all Clockwork was his first girlfriend.

They ended on good terms but I digress.

Even if he’s anxious and awkward, He is trying his best to try to flirt and show he likes you.

It might fail 50% of the time and he just apologizes and fast walks away to scream at himself for fucking it up.

Mid-Dating he might be a little fucking scared to even kiss you.

Will look at u with his autistic eyes until he either just walk away with a hot face or if you take the initiative to kiss him first.

Probably feel melt and blow up if you kiss him without him asking or staring.

Any compliments will make him stim I’d like to think.

Get excited to tell you about anything.

If you reciprocate, a burst of ‘i love you so much’ and more rants about the things he likes.

Once he’s settled in enough he will be at your door every night to sleep with you.

Cuddles omg, the amount of physical affection you will receive once he’s comfortable enough is crazy.

Plays with your hair, scratches at your scalp.

MAKES A MIXTAPE FOR YOU.

He would love to do the trend where you buy nail polish of each others eye color n paint it on your nails, or buy gemstones to make bracelets.

Might carve your initials into the wood of his hatchets when you guys are together for while.

Cups your face before he kisses you.

WILL burrow his face into any part of you.

Show him new music and he will listen to it everyday to memorize it for you.

can i go to ellie and mason. HOUSE 💜

also it might be obvious i have a favorite.. 100% listened to don’t you dare forget the sun writing this.

HUGEEE creds to bae (/plat) @kumcore !!

[rainrot4me]

Ticci Toby General Headcannons

Summary: Basic, SFW, and NSFW head-cannons. My personal thoughts, feelings, and opinions about Toby as a character.

TW: NSFW below the cut, minors dni! Above the cut is sfw!

Words: 1.6k

A/N: NSFW is reader with female anatomy.

Basic:

- Even though he is socially awkward and tense, he’s a master at people watching. Can read a room and know more details about a person within seconds of watching them interact.

- Likes his alone time.

- He would probably say Tim and Brian are his closest friends, the same can’t be said about Masky and Hoodie, however.

- A pro at zoning out. Takes you waving your hand in his face before he snaps back.

- Bipolar? More-so emotional switch. Tends to be soft-spoken and awkward, trying his best to keep conversation while fidgeting his hands, looking anywhere but at your face. Otherwise, he’s an in-your-face, aggressive, no emotional resistance when that flip is switched. Lots of teeth gritting and yelling, swings his ax around like it’s a toy to intimidate. It takes a lot for him to get to that point, but it takes double the time for him to come back down from it.

- Not easily scared. Will throw himself into a fight and come out victorious somehow.

- Sleeper build. Wears lots of baggy clothing and layers so you can’t tell, but secretly he’s jacked. He may look scrawny, but don’t be fooled. Really strong shoulder and chest muscles from dually swinging his ax and dragging bodies around. He doesn’t think it’s all that impressive. Wishes he was bigger.

- The worst posture you’ve ever seen.

- Let his facial hair grow out from time to time. Thinks it makes him look too mature, but appreciates the compliments he gets.

- Has a secret hobby of playing a guitar he found on a mission. His tics mess him up a lot, but it’s worth the trip out deeper into the woods where no one can hear to practice a little.

- A little shit.

- Hates the heat. Would rather freeze to death than spend one moment in the too hot sun. Favorite season is late fall, around the first snowfall time.

- Big on territory. Never had privacy or respect as a kid so he values having his own things and belongs that nobody else can touch.

- Definitely shy, but not in the “UwU” way, in the “Can you get this from the gas station for me? The girl in there looks mean.”

- Bites his nails, the skin around his nails, and his cuticles LIKE A MF.

- Very light sleeper. Unless he’s absolutely dead beat exhausted, he’ll wake up from just the floorboards creaking. Has to be physically exhausted to actually rest.

- When listening to music, he needs it as loud and close as possible. Headphones are a must and they must be at max. He wants to feel that bass.

- A stray animal lover, feels similar to them in a way.

- Breaks down a lot. Hard to console or even talk to in those moments but some time alone in his room will do the trick.

- Has the education level of a middle schooler.

- Enjoys Gorillaz, Rainbow Kitten Surprise, and surprisingly, older country artists like Johnny Cash and Willie Nelson. “Outlaw shit.”

Dating Him/SFW:

- “Love” “Y/N…” “Baby”

- Loves when he touches you and you don’t pull away. Like when his knee accidentally rests against yours or his elbow bumps your arm while sitting on the couch and you don’t tug away, just sitting there letting him rest. He gets all giddy.

- Playing with your hair. Currently trying to learn how to braid.

- “Wait. O- Okay, so, right th- then left? No? F- Fuck, okay…”

- Favorite sleeping position is with you wrapping around each other, legs and arms tangled together as he hooks his chin onto the top of your head, rubbing your back. Even though you both get extremely hot and sweaty after a while, Toby enjoys the moment before you eventually shove him off.

- Likes to feel your body weight on him, whether it’s laying or sitting, he just likes the pressure and warmth you give.

- Big on physical touch, could really care less if he’s mad or not, just needs to have some part of his body touching yours.

- You could wear or look like absolutely anything and he’d still think you’re the most gorgeous thing he’s ever seen.

- Loves how you smell after getting out of the shower, can’t get enough of it while he kisses your warm, damp skin.

- Loves the way it feels when you comb through his hair with your fingers, practically purrs as he melts into your warmth, angling his head so you have better access.

- An admirer for sure, stares even when you catch on, studying every freckle or sunspot on your cheek.

- Self conscious about being your boyfriend. In reality, he’s an amazing lover, but he’s been conditioned his whole life that he’s not good enough and that ideal carries over.

- Tried to lick you through the hole in his cheek once, you both freaked out.

- Sensitive to high stress situations or loud noises so constantly reaches for your hand or crams himself into your side to block out the panic he can feel oncoming. You really help.

- Slasher movie date nights are always a bust because he’ll describe just how inaccurate that blood splatter was, followed by what would actually happen in detail.

- “If he c- cut the arm like that, it wou- wouldn’t spray out that far. This g- guy doesn’t even l- look like he’s ever even he- held an ax before.”

- Didn’t have a favorite color until you told him yours. Says his is the same, just cause it’s your favorite.

- Very immature in the sense of relationship problems. He thinks everything can be solved if he just avoids it, and that includes you. It takes a lot of bickering and patience, but he’ll eventually get over himself and force a solution.

- Doesn’t open up about anything ever. You’ve gotta fight tooth and nail for him to even mention his mother’s name. Will tell you all about his latest mission, however, whether you want to hear or not.

- Throws things or hits you playfully just to turn around and go “Who did that??”

Dating Him/NSFW:

- Boobs. Tits. Breasts. He needs them in his palms immediately.

- A big biter. Will never bite hard enough to draw blood but gets so turned on at seeing his teeth marks in your skin. Big territory thing.

- “Mine. See, I m- marked ‘ya. You’re mine.”

- His dream is to fuck your tits, too shy to ask though.

- Always been a “jerk off as fast as you can” kind of guy, fisting his cock fast to just get off. So when you slowly slide down his cock for the first time, taking your time to adjust and grind your hips at a steady pace, he nearly cums on the spot from how overwhelming it is.

- Bisexual, definitely.

- Starts at a fast pace at first, thrusting and grinding until both of your hips hurt, but then slowly his pace changes, more intentional movements and sinking deeper, more focused on stretching you out then getting deep. Just wants to get you dizzy before he gives you the good stuff lol.

- “Th- That feel good? You’re sq- squeezin’ so tight, ah-”

- His fingernail imprints all over your skin from how hard he holds you.

- Pervert but not in a creepy way. Pervert as in gets a boner from just watching your ass as you walk across the room. Has to clench his fists every time you bend over or raise your shirt up. Can barely breathe if you’re showing too much skin.

- Not big on degradation, but is very big on affirmation, loves to be told he’s doing good.

- Secretly, sooooo secretly loves the idea of anal. For both you and him. He wants to be buried in your ass, your back laid into his chest as he shoves his fingers into your cunt, panting into your neck. But at the same time, wishes you would just read his mind and push your fingers into his, fisting his cock as you stretched him so well.

- Surprisingly, very flexible. Whatever position you’re in he can easily contort to get the best angle to sink his cock in.

- Jealousy sex. Another resident of the mansion catches your glance for too long and suddenly you’re shoved into the bathroom, pants at your ankles as the brunette swipes the pads of his fingers against your clit, biting against your shoulder as he ruts into your ass.

- “Mine, mine, m- mine, nobody els- else makes you feel this good. Right? R- Right? Yeah?”

- A WHINER. Grade A pro at burying his face into your neck/pillow/chest and just sobbing his pleasure through tears and moans. He’s so loud, obnoxiously groaning and huffing as you slap your hand over his mouth. It doesn’t help though, as soon as your hand pushes down his tongue is already out and licking your palms.

- You in his hoodie? Yeah, it’s the only thing you’re wearing while he snaps his hips, pushing your knees back as far as they’ll go to get even deeper, mewling about how good you look.

- Loves to sit back and watch you suck his cock, his fingers pushing strands of hair out of your face as you try to take it all in, eyes twitching the further down you get. He’s not insanely big, just lengthy enough to make you choke and reach all the best parts. Likes to put his goggles on your forehead and watch them dangle as you bob up and down.

- Cumming in you? No. Cumming on you? Every single time. Goes absolutely crazy when he sees his seed shot across your stomach or thighs, your flushed skin and post-orgasm twitches getting him so turned on he can’t focus.

- “You ju- just look so good… Couldn’t he- help myself, okay? Sorry… Can we, u- uh… Can we go ag- again?”

Thank you for reading!

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I reblogged this on the orginal post all credit for this idea goes to @/sweetaliengirl

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